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| - Ok so after the last experience, I gave 5th and Wine another whirl. Mmmmm here goes:
After a rather long day, I plunk myself down in one of those wonderful cushy chairs they have, and indulge in those phenominal fried pickles. This is almost the best part of my meal.
My brother and I order wine, in particular I order tempranillo. The server brings the tempranillo, and sets it on the table. I go to grab it and he then picks it up and says its the wrong one. Brings another one by, and informs me that they recently added another tempranillo to the menu and then proceeds to inform me that he will be drinking the other glass that he just took away...ha.
We order our food....my brother goes with the salmon, and I go with a 5th and Wine burger. The server informs me that I have two cheese options: either the Cambozola or the White Cheddar. Before letting me make my decision, he proceeds to advertise the Cambozola. I was already going to go with that, but sure you can go ahead and talk about how you enjoy it so much. The food came out luke warm but at this point in the day I was so hungry I ate it. The server came to ask how everything is, and after we informed him everything was fine, he proceeds to say "okay great. Well im going to go walk my parents out then...." and proceeds to tell us about how his parents are a few tables over and he hasnt seen his parents in two years.
20 or 30 minutes go by and our server returns. He says "Did you want those cheesecakes to go?" and I look at him slightly perplexed as I didnt think i had discussed dessert with him yet. I proceeded to inform him that I was actually thinking of having the brownie and he says "but the ice cream will melt in the to-go box". Am I leaving? Im confused. He then figures out that he is talking to the wrong table. I mean, there is only 3 tables in the place and one of them was your parents... He apologizes and says "Wow, i really need to get it together". He then takes our dessert order, and leaves the dirty plates. Nice.
We are waiting for our dessert, and im watching as our server is going around to completely empty tables to clear glass-ware while im still staring at my half eaten burger. He comes by the table with a to-go box and offers it for my burger, where I politely decline.
The dessert: YES. Oh lord yes. The brownie sundae is amazing. I do not care about anything else in the world now that this brownie has entered my life. It is warm, and chocolatey and fabulous. This is most certainly the best part of the meal.
Alas, we finish the brownie, and im ready for the bill. Wherein, I finally learn my servers name. I politely hand him a note from Mr. Sullivan, the owner, that denotes that a manager should come by and introduce themselves etc. The bill was incorrect, but the corrections got made and that was that. Our server dropped off the bill, and that was all. No manager....unless, heaven forbid, the server was the manager.
Appetizers? YES. Im telling you, the fried pickles are where its at. Dessert? Absolutely. Overall...it was a better experience than my previous review.
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